Man, nothing about, say, how Raines' Nazi was one you actually felt a bit sorry for at the end despite the war being very fresh in the audiences' minds? Or how Hitchcock got aroudn the censors of the day with the length of the kissing scene between Grant and Bergman? Or just about anything other than a summary? Shit.
Dear, sweet Harley Kwink...I'm madly in love with you. Marry me! We can go to Canadia. Or Boston or something. It'll be grand...You know the cookies are a given. They are ALWAYS a given. You could dump me tomorrow and you'd still get the cookies. Boston..shit, wherever dyke weddings were legalized. And where better to rub their little piggie noses in how bad they suck than right on their doorstep? What are they gonna do? Be jealous of you? Stare furiously at your tah-tahs? Not willingly give you cookies, but instead begrudgingly give you their cookies? Woman, time to wake up to the powers you wield - Uschi
